A married woman's return to America

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Because I gave birth to a Black baby, friends and neighbors started gossiping about my husband and me behind our backs.
After discussing it with my husband, I decided to explain it to some of our closest friends by saying that I got drunk at a party and was raped and became pregnant without my knowledge.
My husband also heard a lot of gossip, which would normally be very humiliating for him, but he didn't seem bothered by it. We lost some friends because of this, but most of them continued to keep in touch. Several of my closest girlfriends even started asking me about the father of the child; they were very interested in the size and appearance of the man who got me pregnant.
I also discussed having sex with Black men and extramarital affairs with a few girls I didn't quite trust, but I never told anyone the truth. I didn't want them to think I was a promiscuous woman, even though I am.
When the Black baby was six months old, my husband planned a vacation for us in South Carolina.
Because of the gossip, I wasn't in the mood for the vacation. I told my husband that maybe we should end our old ways and go back to a normal life. He smiled and said he had arranged everything. He had already informed his Black friend Dave, who was there, about our upcoming vacation.
After we arrived in the US, Dave picked us up at the airport and took us to the hotel. My husband had previously instructed Dave to be mindful of his behavior and conversation in front of our children, making sure my two white children didn't know what we had done. Dave helped us check into the hotel and unpacked our luggage.
We had stayed at this same hotel on our last trip to the US, and the facilities were quite good. We booked three adjacent rooms, connected by doors. The hotel was invested in and operated by a Black owner who also owned a luxurious nightclub called "Black House," where hotel guests could enjoy many free entertainment and services. It was in that nightclub that I was gang-raped by dozens of Black men and became pregnant, giving birth to this Black baby.
Our white son and daughter each had a room; they thought the hotel was fantastic, with a TV, DVD player, video game console, and a refrigerator stocked with drinks and snacks in their room.
Our room was to the left of the children's room. It was spacious, with a very large bed that could easily comfortably accommodate four or five people. There was also a baby bassinet, perfect for my little one. In
the evening, Dave and another Black friend, Phil, came to the hotel again to check on us and the children, to see if we were doing well and if there was anything they could do for us. When they entered my room, I couldn't help but recall that passionate moment we shared over a year ago. My vagina immediately became wet, and I felt my libido rising. I wanted them to take me to that big bed right away.
I invited them to sit down for a drink, and we chatted about everything under the sun. They asked what the children liked and what else they could do for us. Thankfully, they didn't do anything provocative, otherwise I might have lost control. I kept berating myself for being so lewd.
Around 10 pm, we and the children were exhausted and wanted to rest early, after all, we had just finished a long trip. After the two older children said goodnight to us, they went to their room to sleep. Then, I put the baby to sleep as well.
In less than twenty minutes, Dave, Phil, my husband, and I were all naked on the big bed. My husband pressed the record button on the video recorder. At that moment, a black penis was inserted into my vagina, and another into my mouth.
Lying between the three men, I felt like a princess being pampered and served by them. They took turns making love to me, and in just a short while, my vagina was filled with semen. Watching the semen of three men of different races gushing out of my body, I felt immense satisfaction.
The next morning we got up late. After breakfast, Dave said his brother's family was going to an amusement park, and he had arranged for my two older children to go with them. I was worried that this might cause them any trouble, but Dave told me not to worry, that his brother's family was very warm and hospitable, and would take good care of my children. Then, he quietly told me that his brother and his family didn't know about our relationship with him, and told me not to worry.
We met Dave's brother and his family and felt good about it, so I agreed to let them take my two older children to play. The amusement park was quite far from the city, so they had to drive there and stay overnight at a motel. Including the trip to and from the amusement park, they wouldn't be back until the following evening. After
seeing Dave's brother and his family and our children off, Dave invited my husband and me to lunch at a nightclub called "Black House." Since there was no one to look after my baby, I had to bring him along.
There, we met again Jim, Phil, Dave, John, and Al, several of my Black friends. They had all slept with me during our last trip to America.
During lunch, Al told the other Black people in the club that one of them, who was dining with my husband and me, was the one who got me pregnant and gave birth to this Black child. This attracted many Black people who came to see my baby and compared him to them to see who he resembled.
Shortly after lunch, Dave hired a nanny to look after the baby, giving my husband and me some free time to party all night with our friends at the nightclub.
Back in our hotel room, I told the nanny about some things to keep in mind when caring for the baby and asked her to sleep with the child that night. Then, I took out the sheer, structured white dress I had specially prepared for this trip to America, dressed myself up like a pure princess, and went back to the nightclub to meet up with my husband and his Black friends.
Al told me he had a surprise for us that night. Of course, I knew what the surprise was. In fact, I had already anticipated what would happen at the nightclub that night, so I had brought my morning-after pills with me, which I would take first thing in the morning. I didn't want to get pregnant again.
As time passed, night fell quickly. My husband, my Black friends, and I gathered in the nightclub bar to drink and chat. That's when I realized that, unlike last time, I wasn't the only white woman at the nightclub.
Around nine o'clock that evening, Al brought in a young white couple to see us. He specifically told my husband and me that the white woman was the one they were going to gang rape and impregnate. I was shocked to hear this from Al, because I had always thought they were going to gang rape me that night at the nightclub.
The woman asked me some questions, mainly about how they were going to treat her, whether I had experienced something like this before, and whether it felt good, etc. Then, she was led out into a room with a dance floor that I was very familiar with.
Dave asked my husband and me to go into another room, which was equipped with video surveillance equipment, so we could easily watch everything that was about to happen.
Through the monitor screen, I saw the white husband, following orders, pick up his young and beautiful white wife, put her on a table by the dance floor, undress her, spread her arms and legs, and finally kiss her before being taken away from the room.
Then, five or six Black men entered the room. Completely naked, they approached the woman without a word and immediately inserted their penises between her open legs. Their large, dark hands gripped her breasts, and they began thrusting violently.
One after another, the Black men took turns penetrating her vagina, thoroughly ravaging her body before ejaculating into her uterus. Then
, the woman's husband was brought in. He knelt between his wife's legs, licking the semen flowing from her vagina and cleaning her crotch thoroughly before waiting for another group of Black men to enter. Over the course of three hours, I witnessed a total of 40 Black men gang-raping this poor white woman.
While the gang rape next door was raging, Jim, Phil, Dave, and John came into the room where my husband and I were. They watched the gang rape while taking turns having sex with me. After Dave and I finished, my husband came over and cleaned my vulva, which was covered in their semen, with his tongue.
A little while later, a Black girl came in with drinks. After placing the drinks on the table, she turned to my husband, knelt down, unzipped his pants, and began to give him oral sex. This was the first time I had ever seen my husband do this with another woman, and I felt a little uncomfortable.
Finally, my husband reached orgasm under the Black girl's licking and sucking. He groaned softly as he ejaculated all his semen into the girl's mouth and watched her swallow it all.
At this time, the gang rape in the next room had also ended. I stood up and saw the white wife lying on the table through the screen, seemingly asleep, perhaps because she was too tired. Seeing her like this reminded me of the abuse I had suffered in the past.
She woke up, and her raised leg drew my gaze to her vulva, which was a mess, with the semen of forty Black studs flowing out of her body. Her eyes darted around, searching for her clothes. Then, she got up, pulled them over her head, and covered her body, stained with men's semen and sweat.
I rushed over to her, helped her straighten her clothes, and supported her as we walked towards the bar. She told me she felt pretty good, and that she was sure she was going to get pregnant with one of the Black men's children. I asked her how she felt, and she said she felt like she was already carrying a little Black baby inside her, and that feeling was giving her multiple orgasms.
When we got back to the bar, we saw Jim, Phil, Dave, John, Al, and our husbands gathered around watching an old video of me being raped by a ferocious wolfhound.
The woman who had just been gang-raped by forty men was shocked by the video. She turned around, seemingly unable to believe it was real, her eyes wide, and asked me if it felt as good as my expression suggested. She told her husband that if it was really that good, she wanted to try it too, and then assured him that she would love it.
The men in the bar laughed at her words, saying they would help arrange such an opportunity if the couple traveled to the south of England. After chatting for a while, the couple got up to leave, while the rest of us stayed in the bar, chatting and drinking.
Al asked if I would like to watch the gang rape and if I would like to participate. I said I would, and my husband said he agreed, and that he would clean my genitals with his tongue during the process.
After hearing our answers, Al said he had prepared a program for me and hoped I would be interested in participating.
My husband said "yes" before I could, and then they explained their plan to us.
About ten miles from the city, there was a labor camp where John's brother was the warden.
The camp held about seventy prisoners, all black, who desperately needed some sexual release.
John's brother had promised them that, provided all the guards were dutiful, he would find a trustworthy white woman to serve the black prisoners for one night.
John told me that if I agreed, they would take me in at 8 p.m. and pick me up the next morning. The guards would guarantee my safety, but I had to agree to have sex with them first.
My husband wouldn't be allowed to be with me, but the whole thing would be filmed for him to watch later.
I shook my head and said I wouldn't agree to do such a thing, but my husband insisted and urged us to start immediately.
The black friends suggested that my husband and I think about it for one night, and if we could accept it, they would arrange it the next night.
All night long, my husband begged me to agree, and we made love while discussing it until dawn, when I finally agreed to my husband's request.
That night, they took me to the labor camp, while my husband stayed at the hotel to take care of the three children. When I said goodbye to my husband, Dave told me not to worry about him, that he would arrange for the nanny to come back and help my husband take care of the baby, and that he also instructed the nanny to provide sexual services to my husband.
I appreciate Dave's thoughtfulness, but I strongly disagree with my husband having sex with the nanny.
Firstly, the nanny is a Black woman in her fifties, overweight and unattractive, while my husband is a handsome, white man in his thirties. It's less about the nanny providing sexual services and more about her taking advantage of him. Secondly, although I've had sex with hundreds of men before and after our marriage, and have been gang-raped countless times in front of my husband, I still can't accept him being with another woman.
Actually, the night before, he received oral sex from that Black girl—his first contact with another woman since our marriage, and it was only oral sex.
My husband listened to me and told me he would remain faithful and wouldn't have sex with other women. His only task that night was to take care of our newborn child, and he hoped I would have a pleasant night. I was very happy to hear this and reluctantly kissed him goodbye.
Upon arriving at the farm, I was first taken to a guard's cell, where three burly black men in prison guard uniforms stood stiffly to greet me. Without any pleasantries or introductions, I was pushed to the ground, and they quickly ripped off my clothes, stripping themselves naked as well. One of them moved behind me and inserted his penis into my vagina, while another grabbed my hair and shoved his dirty penis into my mouth.
The guy behind me began thrusting violently as soon as he entered, but after only a minute, he ejaculated into my vagina. As soon as he left, another man took his place. This man lasted a little longer, about ten minutes, before he and the man who had been fucking me in the mouth reached orgasm together, with both men simultaneously ejaculating into my vagina and mouth. Before
I could even stand up, one of the guards who had just raped me brought in a sheepdog from outside and dragged it onto my back. I could feel its penis poking around in my vagina, but it couldn't find the entrance. Then several hands reached over, pried open my labia, and guided its penis into my body. The men helped the dog maintain its balance on my back, and then it began to thrust in and out.
Finally, only after the dog ejaculated inside me was I allowed to stand up. At this point, the three guards stood around me with smiles on their faces, their penises already hard again. One of the guards pulled me to kneel in front of him and made me suck his penis.
I knelt on the ground, continuing to serve the three guards with both my hands and mouth until each of them ejaculated into my mouth again. Then, one of the guards asked if I was full and if I wanted to go back to the prison to be gang-raped by the other inmates. I told them I was ready and asked them to take me inside.
The three guards led me, naked, into the prison area, which consisted of rows of cells resembling military barracks. As soon as I approached one row of cells, I saw many men staring menacingly at my naked body through the cell windows.
I was led into a small room in the middle of the cell block. Two mats were laid out on the floor, and they made me lie down on them.
Then I saw John and another man standing in the corner; I guessed that man was John's brother, the warden. They didn't speak to me, but were busy fiddling with their video cameras; it seemed they were filming.
One of the guards who had just raped me approached me and asked if I was truly ready to be raped by everyone in the prison, saying it wasn't too late to regret it. He said there were many prisoners in the jail, and they hadn't seen a woman for years. He said that once things got going, they could be very fierce and rough, and asked if I could handle it.
I said "yes," that I was ready, and that since I was there, there was nothing I could regret or not accept.
As soon as I finished speaking, a group of Black men in prison uniforms rushed in, excitedly shouting and frantically taking off their clothes. I sat up from the mat, watching the flustered men.
They were all strong, with large, erect penises.
Then, one man was the first to strip naked. He pounced on me, pinning me to the mat. His mouth first sucked on my lips for a while, then moved to my nipples, while his hands vigorously rubbed my vulva.
Without any further teasing or foreplay, he impatiently thrust his already rock-hard penis inside me, followed by fierce thrusting. He was very strong, but unfortunately, he ejaculated after only a minute. He ejaculated a lot, and when he left me, I felt a gush of fluid gushing out of my vagina.
When the second man climbed on top of me, John yelled at me, saying that these men hadn't been with a woman in years, and they would be very eager to have sex with me, lasting only a short time but with great force, and they would ejaculate a lot. He told me to be prepared.
As he said, the second man ejaculated even faster than the first; the third man was just as fast, but he was unconventional, ejaculating on my breasts and face. And so it went, one man after another climbing on top of me, each ejaculating quickly. After several rounds, I completely lost count of how many men had entered me.
I only remember that later some of the men started trying different things; I sucked on several men's penises, and two men penetrated my anus. Once, three men were having sex with me simultaneously—one in my vagina, one in my anus, and one in my mouth.
Finally, my body was covered in semen, and they took me to a shower to clean myself. There, I was surrounded by ten to twelve men who, while washing me clean, pinched and caressed my sensitive areas.
Then, they forced me to kneel under the showerhead and perform oral sex on each of them in a circle until they all ejaculated in my mouth. Afterward, they took me back to the room with the mat, where the waiting prisoners began a new round of rape.
Around midnight, all seventy prisoners in the prison had had sex with me several times, and I felt utterly exhausted. Then, the guards came in, pushed away the men still surrounding me, ordered them to wash the mat, and sent all the prisoners back to their cells. I thought it was over, but John reminded me that I was supposed to stay until dawn.
Later, I was taken to the first room in the first row of cells and pushed onto the bed of the first prisoner. As
soon as the first man finished, the second man pulled me over and continued the act. So I was taken in every single one of the twenty cells in the first row, then the guards moved me to the second row, where I continued to be raped by each prisoner in each room.
It wasn't until 4 a.m., after all the prisoners had raped me again on their own beds, that I was finally taken to the last room in the last row. By then, all the prisoners were exhausted and no one wanted to bother me anymore.
I was exhausted too, but only slept for about an hour. Around 5 a.m., someone came to my room and raped me again. I can't remember who entered my body; I only remember the last person who ejaculated inside me waking me with a gentle kiss.
Around 5:30 a.m., the guards took me out of the cell block, but they couldn't find the clothes I had taken off there the night before in the guardhouse. I guess some guard or prisoner had kept them.
With no other option, I put on a prison uniform to cover my naked body, and the guards put me on a small truck from a laundry shop that came to collect dirty clothes from the prison, asking them to take me back to the city.
At six in the morning, the pickup truck drove out of the prison. After about half a mile, the driver stopped the truck on the side of the road. He and another man in the truck climbed into the back and gang-raped me. I was already asleep in the back of the truck.
The two men used every method to humiliate me, raping me for two hours. After they each ejaculated into my mouth, vagina, and anus, they took me back to my hotel. I think they probably thought I was a recently released prisoner with no relatives to care for me because I was wearing prison clothes.
When I got out of the truck at the hotel entrance, I saw the nanny holding my baby, standing by the flower bed at the hotel entrance, chatting with two Black women of similar age and equally obese.
When they saw me, with my clothes stained with white semen, disheveled hair, listless appearance, and flushed face, they both looked surprised. I knew I looked terrible, so I just quickly greeted her, told her not to take the baby back to my room, and ran away.
Back in the hotel room, I found my husband sleeping naked, the bed a mess, blankets scattered on the floor, and the sheets stained with filth. I considered waking him to confront him, but thinking of my soiled body and disheveled state, I decided to take a shower first, quickly washing away the semen from all the men who had ejaculated inside me last night and this morning.
Coming out of the bathroom, I opened my purse, trying to find the emergency contraceptive pill to take quickly and avoid getting pregnant again with another Black child. But I couldn't find it anywhere. Finally, I realized my husband must have found the pills I had brought and hidden them, or thrown them away. Before we came to America, my husband had said he didn't want me to take the pills and hoped I would get pregnant again; we had argued about it many times, but neither of us had convinced the other.
Just then, my husband was awakened by the sound of me searching for something. I asked him what had happened last night, and he apologized profusely, saying he had done something wrong. It turns out that last night, right after I left the hotel, the nanny and two other Black women (I think they were the same two I met at the hotel entrance) started forcing my husband to have sex with them. One of them was taking care of my baby while the other two had sex with my husband. Later, after my baby fell asleep, all three of them went to bed with my husband.
All night long, they used various provocative methods, such as oral sex and masturbation, to force my husband to have an erection, and then took turns having sex with him. At one point, one of them lay on her back on the bed, forcing my husband to penetrate her while another sat beside him, making him lick her vulva, and yet another behind him, sodomizing his anus with a dildo.
That night, three women in their fifties forced my husband to ejaculate in their mouths, vaginas, and anuses. Actually, my husband said he only ejaculated five times; the last few times he reached orgasm, but there was nothing left to ejaculate. Finally, around four in the morning, they were done playing with him and let him sleep.
Hearing my husband's story, I felt extremely distressed. On one hand, my husband had lost his virginity to those black women and was tortured for an entire night; I felt I hadn't taken good care of him. On the other hand, I discovered that while I was being gang-raped by dozens of black men, he was also being gang-raped by black women. We really brought this on ourselves!
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For the next few days, we stayed quietly in the hotel. Our Black friends didn't come to see us, and my husband didn't have sex with me either; he said his penis and my vagina needed a good rest. However, on the penultimate night of our vacation, I couldn't bear the loneliness any longer. I complained to my husband that we felt forgotten.
My husband thought I had a point; he also wanted to have one last good time before leaving America, so he called Al. After the call, Al immediately called a car to pick us up, along with a nanny he had found for us to take care of our children.
The car took us downtown, and after passing the nightclub, it stopped on a quiet side street. The driver told us to get off there, saying Al would meet us there.
After the car drove away, my husband and I were abandoned in this dark, unfamiliar alley, surrounded by tall, warehouse-like buildings.
After waiting for about five minutes, Al appeared and led us deeper into the alley to an abandoned building. Outside, I could see a few lights flickering in the windows.
Seeing our hesitation, Al told us not to be afraid, that he was going to take us to a fun place. He then led us into the building.
Just as we entered the dark building, I suddenly heard a low groan. I turned around and saw two Black men grabbing my husband and forcing him to the ground.
At the same time, I suddenly found four Black men standing in front of me, grabbing me and forcing me to kneel. A man stood in front of me, pulled out his penis, and shoved it into my mouth; then I saw my husband also forced to kneel, his mouth also stuffed with a black penis.
As my husband's face was covered in a white liquid, I felt the penis in my mouth begin to ejaculate. Then, I was pushed down from behind, kneeling on all fours like a dog, my pants were pulled down, and someone penetrated my vagina from behind.
A few minutes later, he ejaculated, and then another man took his place, continuing to rape me from behind.
This rape continued like this; God knows how many men had sex with me that night in that filthy place.
Later, when everything calmed down, Al reappeared and drove us back to the hotel.
That night, my husband was also raped by five gay black men. They forced him to suck their penises and then took turns ejaculating into his anus. Later, my husband said he had no interest in such things and told Al and me he never wanted to experience that again.
Back at the hotel, we immediately took a shower, trying to wash away the humiliation we had suffered. After showering, I asked my husband for the birth control pills he had hidden. He told me he wanted me to have another black child for him, and that this trip to America was our last, so he wanted me to seize this last opportunity. He said we would go back to our old lives.
I knew the answer would come soon. But I still couldn't figure out who the father would be if I got pregnant.

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